Beautiful Backyard Song



The birds’ sweet song is surrounding me.

They seem to be calling me to be all that I am meant to be.

Breathing in the sweet country air I begin to sing.

The birds are my melody I am their harmony.

I can feel the soft grass beneath my feet.

The blades tickle my feet.

Laughing, I begin to dance;

My arms in the air,

My whole body spins around and around as though I were the wind itself.

I close my eyes as I lift my head to the sky;

Still laughing, still spinning.

The earth is my stage.

The sun is my spot light.

I can hear the trees moving to the song’s beat.

They are my dancers,

Singing with me.

The sheets on the clothesline are whipping in the wind.

They look like arms reaching out to me;

Pure and strong.

They are my rhythm to this beautiful backyard song.

“Yahweh, dear Father

Never let this moment end”

Is my plea.

I hear His laughter.

It is its own song,

Yet it seems to fit with the music.

I can feel Him smiling down upon me.

“You can have this moment everyday,

For I give you the ability to praise.”

With that I awake to realize that it is only a dream.

The song and dance is no longer there.

Sadness creeps upon me,

I have lost my beautiful song.

Then, like a soft whisper I hear it,

My song!

I jump out of bed,

Run to the backdoor following the song.

Throwing open the door I can’t help but laugh.

There looking right at me is my beautiful backyard song.

Running out, barefoot and PJs

I begin to dance.

I sing the song of my dreams,

“Thank you Yah,

For you have given me the ability to praise!”  

My Beloved is Mine

Several months ago I was going through a hard time. Through that hard time I had come to believe that I was worthless, that no one would ever love me. It took- or should I saying taking- a lot of time to make myself realize that I am worth something, that there is someone out there that loves me. His name is Yahshua, my groom-to-be and He has a Father that is also waiting for me with open arms wide. All I have to do –all we have to do- is come to Him humbled and willing to do whatever He asks.

I know it sounds crazy, but yes to be with our True Love we have to learn to obey Him and His Father. Here’s the cool thing though, They know what’s best for us, so there is no reason not to disobey them. Sometimes it might seem that we can’t measure up to Their expectations, but that’s another cool part about it all… They forgive and show us mercy, but most of all love. If we just ask They will give us a hand up and help brush us off. All we have to do is admit that we have fallen down, need help back up and do our best to not fall into anymore potholes.

Now don’t get me wrong, They will always love you. You can’t change that even if you wanted to- and trust me you don’t. They are calling us all to become The Bride. “Many are called, but few are chosen” Matthew 22:14

So please, I beg you, be in the group that are chosen. You will not regret it.



Mooonlight Dancer Why Not Me

Silence…

Like the quiet before the storm.

She lifts her foot just inches from the ground.

Pointing it like an arrow she waits for it all to begin.
It’s her moment, her time to be wild and free.

Every muscle tense,

Every limb set in a perfect pose,

There she waits.

Now it is finally time for her to shine.

With a loud burst like thunder she begins.

Jumping high into the air

She is the wind that rolls over the hill.

Moving her arms with grace

She is the branches of the trees swaying.

Her face is so tight and emotionless,

Yet you can’t help but stare.

She is like a china doll,

But unbreakable.

With refinement and regality she moves across the floor.

She is the swan,

I am the ugly duckling.

Envy fills my heart as I see her dance with such polished beauty.

Why her and not me?

She is the moonlight dancer;

Shining brighter than us all.

I sit watching her on that stage.

Tears come to my eyes,

But not because of the beauty of it all.

It is because of something dark and deep that is within me.

Like strong talon hands it grabs me…

Jealousy.

Now I am no longer seeing the beauty.

No longer looking at her with awe but hatred.

Why couldn’t have I been content?

Where did I lose sight of the beauty?

Moonlight Dancer I am sorry.

Please forgive me.   







The Reasoning Behind Women

The poem goes out to all the guys that ask this question,

"Did I do something wrong?"

Implosion, explosion,

What’s the difference when it’s happening to my head?

I am ready to scream,

But I dare not for I already feel the affect of my unmade cry.

What is that blasted ringing?

I want to dig my fingers in my skull and screech like a bat,

But of course I just sit in silent pain.

I feel as though I’m in a crowd when I’m only with a few.

People that use to be so sweet are now aggravating.

Why are all the lights so freakin’ bright in here?

I feel like a lioness that is ready to roar.

But I am the mouse, silent as stone.

You people talk about nothing as though it was something.

With every word you speak brings you closer to your most certain death.

Oh Yahweh, please help me to refrain from killing these poor fellows.

I hate today and the next,

Because I know it will just bring the same.

Yesterday was the rose,

Now today is the thorn.

Why is the past better than the now?

You may ask.

I shall reply with a smile like the Cheshire cat,

“Because my dear, yesterday was just fine,”

“Now it’s PMS time.”

I'm Back

Hey all,

I know that I haven’t posted anything awhile, but I’m going to try and do some more writing. We’ll see how it goes.

~Nava

A Single Tear (Part 2)

Shame masked by anger

As she slips out the door and into the night.

Fear drowned by the thought of finally being free,

She will not look back.

The Forest of Possibilities lies ahead.

The Forest of Possibilities, hah, that was a laugh, she thought now with disgust. It was filled with possibilities, true. Different possibilities of death:  To fall into the deep dark pits, laid by the creatures of Despair; never to see Light again. To drown in the rushing river of Fear; never to breath the sweet air of Life again. To die from the Cold and Starvation; never to taste her Father’s bread again. To be eaten by the Beast that now stocked her.

The wind begins to pick up. It pulls at the girl’s pale gold hair, covering her face like a golden web. She looks up to the sky with dread in her heart. She knew what this kind of wind meant. A storm was on its way. The beast will have the advantage, though it already held her life in the palm of its talon hand.

A twig snaps to her right. He was close now.

The girl put her hand to her left hip.  Her figure tips lightly touched the wooden handle of her sword. The sword was dull and rusty, but it would have to do. The stench of Darkness was all around her now; intoxicating and suffocating. A knot formed in her throat. He was here.

A Single Tear (Part 1)

In a dark forest gloom, a silent soul crouches in the shadows completely still. The soul can feel the darkness calling for her; yes the soul is a girl. She barely lets out a breath of air; she listens to the sounds of the forest. It’s out there somewhere, watching, waiting for her to make the move. The predator of the forest it is, and she is to be the prey.

Calming her throbbing heart beat she brings herself closer to the ground and listens. Boom… boom… boom… boom.  At first nothing, then the slightest drum sound signifying that it was on the move. With the sound comes fear, with fear comes anger and with anger comes Darkness.

Slowly she lifts her head and looks around. She hopes to see him come before he’s here, but how can you see a shadow when you are surrounded by them.

Lifting her face to the sky, she prays for light. She prays for strength.  But to who will answer; the one she abandoned? No she knew she was on her own. She was the one that left him not the other way around. She had wanted to be free, and so she was, to die.

A single tear falls down her cheek, to the end of her chin and to the ground. There it calls to him, wails for him to forgive her. That single tear waits for the one that will save.